Chapter 20 — The Pregnant Sister Robbed the Eastern Palace, Her Grandfather Brought a Tiger Talisman to Press the Power

Van Chau and I changed clothes. Quietly without a sound, he sneaked into the back of the garden. Do not bring any guards. Tonight is a private grudge between me and her. In the most remote corner of the back garden, there is an abandoned piece of fake paint. At the foot of the fake mountain, there is an old tree that has dried up and died. I remember when I was young, I saw Lieu Thi secretly digging something and burying it under this tree. At that time, I thought it was her own money she was hiding. Now that I think about it, what was buried underneath was, I'm afraid... a secret powerful enough to take her life. Me and Van Chau hide behind the fake mountain. Quietly waiting. All around was as quiet as death. A dark shadow indeed sneaked up. It's Lieu Thi. She did not bring any servants with her, she only carried a small lantern alone. Her face was full of panic and fear. She went straight under that old tree. He glanced around and confirmed that no one was there. She used a small iron shovel. Start digging hard. Very quickly, a deep hole was dug open. She lifted up a rotten wooden box from the hole. Trembling hands opened the box. Borrow the weak light to clearly see what's inside. She looked like she had just been relieved of a burden. Everyone fell limp. Just as she was about to bury the box again. A cold, gloomy voice rang out from behind her.

“It's so late, what are you doing here?”

Lieu Thi's body instantly stiffened. The box in his hand made a "pop" and fell to the ground. She suddenly turned her head. The moonlight penetrated the clouds just in time. Illuminate my smiling face. With her face white with extreme terror.

“You… you…”

She pointed at me, like she had just seen a ghost.

“Why are you here!”

I slowly walked towards her.

“I couldn't sleep, so I went out for a walk.”

"On the contrary, stepmother, why did you come here late at night to dig up an old item from many years ago?"

“In here… is there something hidden that can't be seen by others?”

I bowed my head, glancing at the things scattered on the ground. Several packages of black powder were wrapped in oiled paper. Along with a few envelopes that had soon turned yellow. Lieu Thi was like a cat whose tail was stepped on, suddenly rushing forward, wanting to hide those things. But I'm one step faster than her. I picked up an envelope. The handwriting on the letter... belongs to Tham Trong Van. Wrote to Lieu Thi that year. There are no words of constant love in the letter. Just every sentence, every word, cold as ice, relentlessly pressing.

"Things have come to this point, we can't be soft-hearted."

"If the deputy doesn't die, you and I will never have a peaceful day."

“Let's go... a little cleaner.”

I held the letter and looked at Lieu Thi, my smile becoming brighter and brighter.

"Stepmother, father's handwriting... is so beautiful."

"It's just a pity that the content in the letter... makes people feel so cold."

Lieu Thi looked at the letter in my hand and the package of poison. She knows. It's all... over. All denials, in the face of this iron and steel evidence, become pale and powerless. Her eyes flashed with mad resentment.

“Shen Hua Thuong!”

She screamed and rushed towards me.

"It's all because of you! It's your bastard!"

"Why do you still come back! Why don't you just go and die!"

She seemed crazy. But I haven't even reached the corner of my shirt yet. Van Chau blocked in front of me. A strong kick caused her to fall to the ground.

“Stepmother, don't get excited.”

I walked in front of her, squatted down, looking straight into her eyes.

“Now… we can talk slowly.”

“Tell me… how my mother finally died.”

"Tell me... how you two dogs, male and female, joined forces to push people down the abyss to death, step by step."

Lieu Thi was pressed firmly to the ground by Van Chau. She looked at me, her eyes were no longer crazy, but a kind of complete despair. She knows, I lost. Lose until completely ruined.

“What do you want?”

She opened her mouth, her voice was hoarse and hard to hear.

“Kill me?”

I smiled faintly and shook my head.

"Kill you? That's too convenient for you."

“My mother was lying on a hospital bed, suffering for half a year.”

“That kind of pain… day after day is eaten away by the poison, the body is collapsing little by little.”

"That kind of pain... watching your husband bring another woman into your door, but being helpless to do anything."

“Tell me… how could I let you die so easily?”

My voice is very light, very gentle. But it was like a poisoned blade, each blow biting into her heart. Her face became more and more pale.

“You… what do you want to do…”

“I want to invite father to come… to judge fairly.”